I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

Part 6

Mu Wanwan felt that Ao Qin might have blamed her, but she was still a little surprised when she was taken back to the bedroom by Fu Liu, clutching her aching chest, and seeing the two boxes in the yard.

"Madam is really kind of fate. This box is for spirit medicine, and the other is for spirit fruit and spirit rice." Fu Liu looked at Mu Wanwan, who was pale and thin with disgust, and took out a small piece from his pocket unwillingly. The bag was handed to Mu Wanwan.

"Madam, please take good care of you in this yard. If there is anything lacking on weekdays, just remember that you can go to the market once every ten days." Fuliu said, "Monthly, one piece of middle-grade spirit is a month. Shihe and three silver coins, you will receive it in the middle of the month, and you will have to trouble you, madam, to prepare your own meals in the future."

Fuliu said, "Hope Madam will take good care of the Lord, I will retreat first."

After Fuliu left, the yard became quiet, and Mu Wanwanted a little weighty bag, opened it, and almost didn't get angry...

It was not a middle-grade spiritual stone with strong spiritual power, but ten low-grade spiritual stones.

In the memory of the original body, if a middle-grade spirit stone is replaced, at least fifteen lower-grade spirit stones can be exchanged. There are only ten in it. To say that the willow is not embezzled, she chopped off her head and kicked it.

Mu Wanwan felt annoyed for a while, her chest was holding fire, and her throat was sweet. She stretched out her hand to cover her mouth, and then spread her hand, with sporadic blood stains all over it.

"call."

Don't be angry, don't be angry, being angry is useless.

Mu Wanwan took a deep breath, tried to calm his emotions, and continued to look at the contents of the bag, except for ten low-grade spirit stones, there were only three silver coins.

There are really few cases this month.

In the memory of the original body, the exchange ratio of a middle-grade spirit stone to a lower-grade spirit stone is about one to eighteen. If it is taken to the black market, the price can be higher, while a low-grade spirit stone can generally be exchanged for a gold coin.

A gold coin can be exchanged for ten silver coins, and a silver coin can be exchanged for ten copper coins. The purchasing power of a copper coin is about the same as that of a modern dollar. In this way, the original monthly bill is about two thousand dollars. After swallowing the willow, it only cost more than one thousand yuan.

This is more than one thousand yuan, to support two people.

Moreover, spiritual stones are needed for cultivation. Although the original body is only a weak wood power, when it was not out of the pavilion before, one would also need to absorb two or three low-grade spiritual stones a month to strengthen the wood aura in the dantian. .

Mu Wanwan was very sad, holding a trace of anticipation and opened the box containing the elixir. There was only one old ginseng plant with a small age and ten yellow fruits that seemed to be lingering. The superficial memory of this kind of fruit is called Baizhen fruit. It is two-tiered according to its appearance. It is used to nourish the body. One is worth five lower-grade spirit stones.

In addition to this, there were several small porcelain bottles. Mu Wanwan opened it and smelled it. They were filled with trauma medicine, and they were of average grade.

Inside the other box was a bag of ling rice, a bag of unknown seeds, and nothing else.

Mu Wanwan sighed sadly, glanced at the darkening sky, and did not expect Bai Shuiyao, who was eager to escape, to come back and help her with work, and moved the two boxes from the yard into the room.

Mr. Long was still lying on the bed, in the same posture when she left in the morning, just because the door was not opened for nearly a day, the smell in the room was even worse. But the moment he saw him, Mu Wanwan felt a lot more at ease.

According to the original plot, she would be stabbed to death by Ao Qin tonight, but now, although she was crushed by Ao Qin's spiritual power, she suffered only a few minor injuries, and she still got it. Although not much, it's a good plan. The monthly bills and elixir that can be used are all worthwhile.

Mu Wanwan thought, before Mr. Long's evil face covered in black and red lines, he slowly opened his brows.

In the memory of the original body, the tyrant's bedroom is not small. In addition to the main hall for rest, there is also a side hall with a courtyard, kitchen and bathroom, but Mr. Long is generally not very useful.

Looking for memory, Mu Wanwan found the small kitchen located in the side hall, and was somewhat delighted to find that there was still a bag of rice for people to eat, mixed with a small handful of spiritual rice, and cooked half a pot of porridge.

She was not idle while waiting for the porridge, so she wiped the other half of the jade bed with water.

After all this was done, Mu Wanwan's tired fingers couldn't lift up, and the sky was completely dark. Bai Shuiyao still didn't appear in the palace, and she didn't know if she ran away as planned or gave up running. But what will happen to Bai Shui Yao, she is not worried, anyway Bai Shui Yao has the halo of the heroine, she can't die no matter what.

Mu Wanwan strongly supported the porridge, and drank a bowl first. Although it was only mixed with a small handful of spiritual rice, drinking it made her feel a lot more comfortable in her stomach. It was warm and regained some strength. .

She rested for a while, lit the lamp, moved the bench, and sat down in front of the tyrant's bed with a bowl of porridge.

Under the dim light, Mr. Long's scary face also seemed to be gentle.

His face was still pale, and his lips were still pursed, but I don't know if it was because of the porridge in the morning. It didn't seem to be that dry anymore, and the bruise was still there. Mu Wanwan gently pinched his chin, spooned spoonfuls of it. Feed him porridge.

I don't know if it is her illusion, I always feel that Mr. Long in the evening swallows much faster than in the morning.

But even so, a lot of porridge still spilled from his mouth, and water trails slid down his chin.

Mu Wanwan subconsciously stretched his fingers across his well-shaped chin, wiped off the soup, and muttered to himself, "Fortunately, you are asleep. This should be regarded as your black history."

Mu Wanwan didn't notice the lightly trembling eyelashes of a certain dragon, and said it was a bit funny and a little sour, and said in a low voice, "Speaking of which, I don't know your name yet...Why, I will call you Mr. Long in the future." , We can be regarded as dependent on each other."

Her eyes were a little red, and her voice was a little choked, "You wake up in the future, for the sake of what I used to be good to you..."

Mu Wanwan could not go on talking as she spoke, and wiped her tears with embarrassment, "I really...what am I talking to a plant dragon."

She cleaned up some bad emotions. She didn't know whether the room was too deserted or too lonely, so she started to mutter again, "Mr. Long, I will treat your wound later and put some medicine on it. It will probably hurt. "

"Mr. Long, we have very little money, and we may be hungry in the future..."

Her voice was very soft, each piece of it, thinking about the future of the two people, like billowing hot magma, along his eardrums, a little bit of noise into the cold heart full of thorns.